BLOGS

I have to have a plan. I am constantly asking my husband, “What is the plan?” It drives him absolutely insane. It’s just how I am. I need to know what the day will look like, be able to glance at the week ahead and know what is coming up next month.

I was called “Martha” once back in my college days when I shared an apartment with four other girls. I was scorched at having to pick up after everyone and wash up the dishes that were left on the counter and in the sink.

I recently attended the Progressive Dairy Operators Triennial Symposium in Toronto, Ontario. It occurred during a busy week for the Canadian dairy industry with the Western Canadian Dairy Seminar in Red Deer, Alberta; London Farm Show in London, Ontario; and Atlantic Farm Mechanization Show in Moncton, New Brunswick; all coinciding within five days.

I don’t know what put the idea in my head, but I assume it was one of my father’s stories about making maple syrup as a teenager. Or maybe it was simply that it allowed him to buy a nice car in his teens.

I knew this conversation was going to happen eventually, but when it did, I was not totally prepared.